DEAR & RESPECTED

*DAD*

Before I was myself you made me, me

Before I was myself you made me, me
With love and patience, discipline and tears,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

Allowing me to sail upon my sea,
Though well within the headlands of your fears.
Before I was myself you made me, me

With dreams enough of what I was to be
And hopes that would be sculpted by the years,
Then bit by bit stepped back to set me free,

Relinquishing your powers gradually
To let me shape myself among my peers.
Before I was myself you made me, me,

And being good and wise, you gracefully
As dancers when the last sweet cadence nears
Bit by bit stepped back to set me free.

For love inspires learning naturally:
The mind assents to what the heart reveres.
And so it was through love you made me, me
By slowly stepping back to set me free.
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JO WAJH-E-KHILQAT-E-ZAAT-E-RASOOL HOTI HAY
DUAA OOS HEE KI DUA SE QUBOOL HOTI HAY
YE BAAT HUM NE SUNEE HAY ZABAAN-E-AHMAD SE
JO APNAY BAAP KI MAA HO BUTOOL HOTI HAY

*FATHERS*

F antasies, like words, await what's real,

A nchored only when attached to things.
T he dream of fatherhood, that long-sought dawn,
H as now become the light of early morn,
E xact and merciless in what it brings:
R iches to which one can only kneel.
'Mid all the truths the package will reveal,
S ensing well the wonder as it sings,
D rawing well the world to which it's drawn,
A love beyond all words will give you wings,

Y ielding joys beyond what you can feel.
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GR8 *DAD*

You've been everything to me: a father,
Teacher, playmate, model, conscience, friend.
Sometimes I'm not certain why you bother,
If your feelings on my words depend.
I know I haven't been the child I should:
Far from it, and I really can't say why.
I know exactly what I'd label good,
But in the real world something goes awry.
Underneath my actions there is love,
Gratitude, respect, and admiration.
Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking of,
But I thank God you're in for the duration.
I'm sorry, sorry for the things I do,
But please believe I cherish Mom and you.

 

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SALAM TO MY GREAT AND RESPECTABLE FATHERS
SALAM TO MY GREAT

ABBA & PAPA

MY LOVE, RESPECTS AND ADMIRATION IS ALWAYS
FOR YOUR HONOUR
I PRAY TO ALLAH FOR YOUR HEALTHY WEALTHY
AND HAPPY LONG LIFE FULL OF IMAAN O TAQWA,
MAY U BE THE LOVABLE SOLDIERS OF IMAM-e-ZAMANA a.s
AND I PRAY TO ALLAH s.w.t ( i.e)

RABB'IR HUM'HUMAA KAMAA RABBAYAANI SAGHEERA

STORY OF A LITTLE GIRL

A little girl and her father were crossing a bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river." The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand." "What's the difference?" Asked the puzzled father...

"There's a big difference," replied the little girl. "If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."

In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.

So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold yours.
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DEAR FATHER




YOU TAUGHT ME TO DISCOVER MY OWN PATH









YOU ISPIRED ME TO DREAM











YOU ENCOURAGED ME TO FLY










I NEVER HAD TO TURN ARROUND TO WATCH OUT FOR U.
B'COZ
I KNEW....
WHERE EVER I GO....
WHAT EVER I DO....
U WOULD BE THERE FOR ME
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